| Maybe You Heard |
| Maybe you've heard, your ole buddy's gone crazy Searching for words, too deep, sweet reason and rhyme Living alone, more and more and he's prone to be lazy Turning to stone, blasted and blind. Chorus: Don't turn away there, hey, goddamn you, he was your brother Turn on your father, sister, mother, brother He was your friend. Don't you condemn him, leave it to strangers You ought to know him, give him a hand, if you can But at least for Jesus Christ's sake, understand him. Maybe you've heard that they say that the lady's been changing Day after day, more than her mind Learning to play, where the part has her turning to strangers Going too far, line after line. Chorus: Don't turn away there - hey - goddamn you, you used to love her Turn on your father, sister, mother, mister She was your friend. Don't you condemn her, leave it to strangers You ought to know her, give her a hand, if you can But at least for Jesus Christ's sake, understand her. |